I saw Edna’s hand groping for the button which controlled the buzzer.
“Who is it?” Roberta asked.
Edna turned to her. Her quivering lips couldn’t answer.
“The police, of course,” I said, grabbed Roberta’s wrist, and rushed her to the door.
Chapter Sixteen
There was a bend in the corridor about twenty feet from Edna’s door. I kept my hand on Roberta’s wrist, guiding her down the corridor and around this bend.
“But what—” she said. “Why—”
“Hush,” I whispered. “Wait.”
There were steps on the stairs.
“If it’s one man,” I whispered, “we wait here. If it’s two men, we beat it.”